All Chapters of Legacy of Blood: Reclaiming the Lost Throne: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
35 chapters
Chapter One: Make him suffer!
“Kneel!” His voice crashed through the broken jade pillars like thunder splitting stone. Emperor Rong Zhen stood above them, his eyes were filled with disdain. That was the gaze of a man who saw them all as nothing but irritating beasts beneath his feet. Beside him, his daughter sat upon one of the throne chairs, Kaien could see a trace of disgust curling on her lips. They made eye contact for a brief second, he could see her mocking smile clearly. Then she looked elsewhere like he wasn’t worth more than another minute glance. Kaien stood among the corpses of his kin, the throne of Spirits now stained red. His father, Emperor Li Fengxian of the Yuehua Dynasty was on his knees, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His mother, Empress Han Yuyan, had been bound in soul-suppressing chains of black iron. But Li Kaien, the Crown Prince of Yuehua did not kneel. Even as a hundred armored soldiers of Chiyan surrounded him and the ancestral qi of their bloodline was sealed by forbi
Chapter Two: A Rift
He woke up dizzy, his head throbbing, and his breath a bit weak. The air around him was thin. He pressed his hand against the ground and tried to draw in the surrounding qi, at least just enough to stabilize his core. But it was faint and dull. He paused, frowning. This isn’t Yuehua. The flow of spiritual energy there was weak—barely fit for foundational training. It must be the Qiandi Realm (浅地界). A Beginner-Tier World. A realm for weak cultivators, low-ranking sects, and forgotten bloodlines. How did he escape and end up there? His head throbbed in pain, the seal on his chest was still smoldering with heat. He tried to rise, but his limbs protested. Pain flared across his body. Not far off, he heard some voices. It was quite young. It belonged to teenagers. They were approaching. He shut his eyes and lay still. It was best to let them think he was unconscious for now until he figured out what was happening and how he got there. “B-Brother!” a little girl’s voice whisper
Chapter Three: Cast out again
“If you want to rise again,” he growled, gaze burning through the void, “you must find me. All of me. Together with the fragments lie parts of your cultivation too.” “How many fragments must I find for us to become whole again?” The forest rumbled faintly. “Seven.” “Seven?” Kaien echoed. “Each sealed by trial. You will not reclaim them easily. Each piece holds a portion of my qi… and your own. Without them, you are incomplete. Your cultivation path is shattered. Your soul is unstable. You will never reach your true form.” Kaien closed his eyes, jaw clenched. He looked back at Moonfang. “I’ll find them,” he said. “No matter what.” The wolf said nothing. Then the forest vanished. Kaien left the void and his body regained its consciousness, He could feel it and the qi… it was different now.. They had arrived. The sect. Though he was still being carried, he could feel the stone beneath them now. Pathways carved into the mountain, torches burning with flame-touched qi, disciples
Chapter Four: A crippled stray
It was Liwei… the little disciple who had found him first. She rushed forward, standing beside him. She was probably eavesdropping earlier. “He’s injured! In fact he’s barely alive. Not only have you not treated him, now you want to send him away, sect master. Why would you send away someone who hasn’t harmed us?” Xuan Baoyang looked at her coldly then he went on to say. “You think mercy is free, child? I have led this sect for many years, and I know what must be cut out before it becomes a blade of destruction.” “But! Sect Leader.” “Enough. Go back to your quarters now.” His voice silenced her remaining words. But Liwei did not move. She stood by Kaien, fists clenched, tears threatening to pour down her eyes. She reminded him of Xiao Lan with how protective she was of him. His chest felt very uncomfortable.. He subconsciously rubbed it. “Then let me take responsibility,” she said. “If he ends up harming the sect, punish me instead.” Kaien blinked in Surprise at how far she
Chapter Five: My chance to find the fragment
He waved a hand, and a disciple entered from outside. “Take him to the infirmary to recover a little then after that take him to the outer disciple quarters. Assign him to low-tier duties.” “Yes, Sect Leader.” Kaien bowed deeply, concealing the fire in his chest. The outer disciple quarters? He’d been reduced to nothing but it was only a matter of time before he regained his former glory. He would find that fragment. And then? He’d restore some of his lost cultivation. He followed the disciple out while Liwei looked at him pitifully. The infirmary was quiet, its white curtains swaying with the faint mountain wind. The disciple guiding him barely spared a glance in his direction as he gestured toward an empty cot. “Stay here. The physician will come soon.” Kaien nodded once, biting back the weight of humiliation swelling in his chest. He sat on the edge of the cot, wincing as pain resurged through his side. His ribs were hurting badly, and the injuries got a bit worse after
Chapter Six: I will end you no matter what
Kaien sat cross-legged outside his room, slowly adjusting the qi circulation in his damaged meridians. Each breath was a quiet war, his inner flow still fractured. Still, he was healing. Slowly. He had recovered just a tiny piece of his cultivation, so he could defend himself now. And he had to. In that place, weakness was an invitation. Just before the sun dipped behind the eastern ridge, he heard soft footsteps approaching his quarters. Then he saw her. Liwei. What was she doing there? She stopped a few steps from him, clutching a small lacquered tray wrapped in cloth. “You’re up early,” she said. “Yeah, do you need something?” She hesitated. Then sat beside him on the stone, tucking her legs beneath her neatly. “I brought food,” she added, placing the tray down. “I figured… outer disciples don’t exactly get treated well.” Kaien glanced at the tray. It was simple—steamed buns, pickled r****h, and a small ginseng broth. Far better than the dry rice and stale tea the others
Chapter Seven: Ravine spirit hunt part 1
The dawn of the hunt arrived like a blade drawn in silence. The sky above Tianxuan glowed with pale white. Everywhere was filled with nervous qi, excitement, fear and ambition. Kaien stood near the back of the formation quiet and unnoticed by most. Ahead of them, high on a carved platform, stood Elder Jinhai, flanked by two jade-robed disciples holding a lacquered box. “Today marks the start of the Southern Ravine Spirit Hunt,” Jinhai announced, his voice was deep and calm. “Your task is simple: hunt, collect cores, survive or not,” he said sarcastically. He opened the box with a wave of his hand, revealing dozens of glowing bronze tokens—each etched with a unique inscription and rimmed in silver. “These are your spirit hunt tokens. They will track your merit. Each beast core you offer it will be recorded. And should you fall or lose consciousness, the token will shatter and mark your place for recovery—if recovery is possible.” There was another round of murmurs. “Top three ea
Chapter Eight: Ravine spirit hunt part 11
Xuyi didn’t bother responding. He was already stepping ahead, spear in hand, every inch of him sharp and silent as the wind before a storm. Kaien stayed back, watching the beast closely. “I’ll draw it out,” Ping Bo said, snapping a twig and tossing it toward the thicket. A low growl rumbled from behind the brambles, and then it lunged. The wolfhound spirit beast burst forth, all sinew and shadow. Its fur was black, matted with streaks of violet qi, and its jaws gleamed like polished steel. It moved unnaturally fast for something its size. Ping Bo rolled aside with a laugh. “Too slow!” The beast snapped at the air where his head had been and whirled in mid-leap but it was already too late. Xuyi’s spear made the next move. A gleam of silver weapon pierced the beast’s chest with enough force to lift it off its feet and pin it clean to the bark of an oak tree. The trunk cracked from the impact, groaning under the weight. The wolfhound twitched once, then fell limp. Ping Bo stood
Chapter Nine: I’m willing to go through that risk
The Spirit Devourer’s claws slammed into the earth again, kicking up soil and shattered bark. His eyes narrowed. It’s close by. He felt its presence even more than before. He had to move. He had to leave them. He turned toward the group mid-fight. “You guys, it’s me that it wants!” he shouted over the crashing limbs and clashing steel. “Quickly—go!” “No way!” Lan Yiran yelled, voice filled with defiance. “We’re not leaving you behind!” “You don’t understand!” he snapped. “You can’t beat this thing—not like this. Just go. Get more help instead. Hurry up!” They hesitated for a breath too long. Then Han Xuyi nodded grimly. “Fall back! Everyone move!” The others fled through the mist, dragging Ping An with them. And he was alone. Just him. And the beast. It lunged again. He ducked low, flipping backward across a slick root, barely missing another swipe. His energy was draining fast. His arms ached. His balance staggered. He was way too weak. Then he remembered. The talisma
Chapter Ten: The Vortex of Death
The moment the words left his lips— “I’m willing to go through that risk.” The void completely collapsed. The world around him twisted violently, the space itself had been gripped and torn apart, and before he could even steady his footing, he was no longer in the ravine. He was standing beneath an open sky. The air was so heavy that it pressed down on his shoulders. Then suddenly, it changed. The light above him dimmed all at once, dark clouds swallowing the sky in seconds, spreading wide and fast. A low rumble followed. Then another. And then thunder exploded across the heavens, loud and violent, rolling endlessly. He slowly lifted his head. “So this is it.” The winds rose immediately after, wild and forceful, crashing into his body from every direction. His robes snapped against his skin, his hair whipped across his face, but he didn’t move. He stood there, right at the center of it all waiting. The clouds above didn’t remain still for long. They twisted, folding into